Not im PublicSo many things,Oh, the things i wish i could tell you!but I can'tmaybe never willNo faith.THese thougths, of denialnot being enough.i can't take it, not at allI want to say so much,howI long for your companyAny sort of approvle from mefor you to say,you like meI wish I was bravejust enough to say itthe ways i feelhow you make me smileBut, not im publicnever I can'tI'm not that braveI'm not that confadentSavvy
CrushedCrushedI feel so sad,so empty and crushedcan you see me?I see you everyday.you make me happy sometimesmost times, I'm just confusedDo you really even care?or is this jsut a gameI try to speek up, to talkIt's frighteningthe thought of not being enoughof being useless.You dont ever specifyweather i matter or notjust standing there, silentIt's crushing meI have to know!How do you feel about me?
WallsWallsI've put them upnice and tallthick and strongmy strongholdyou broke inhow did you get past?My walls so high and mightyyou walked right inI stay behind themits scary out there, people so meanthey treated me cruely, so i stay inthey were mean, and i kept them outwhy are you here?!you shouldnt be in hereyou just stand there, confuseing meIf you're past my wallswhy wont you say anything??Just standing there,Do you really see me?or are you just here,and I, a phantom in your midst.Savvy
BrokenBrokeni watch youday by daylisten to your wordsthat voicestanding by your sidetotaly invisableyour laughter echoingdeep inside my cracking soulyou really dont see meI'm just another facein this endless timeI get it nowJust pick up the peicespeice them back to onestash in abottleI may be broken,but i think...i can fix myself?Savvy
To be ShyTo be Shydont ask methese things I wont sayat least not to your faceyou scare me,th thought of youangry, mad at meso, perhaps I'm tooShy?am I really? I talkNo one has told me soam I good at hideing it?or am i really justnot seenSavvy
FoolFoolYou stand thereignorent, and in vainunaware of what ISeeThe world is fullof idiots and foolsbastards who just,dont caredont stop now!your so close to joiningthe mass of hyprocritesthe hoards of vile meni count the seconds,as you fall from yourthrone of poweryour a foolSavvy
Dont PushDon't PushYou turn quickly,But two hands shove.Stumbling, then,No moreThe earth, it ended,It left your feetThe wind stays, rushingSoaring past your ears.You reach, oh so farFor anythingJust to stop itYou're falling fastYou turn to look,Then blackYou fall no more,You feel no moreThose cruel handsStanding high aboveLooking down at your messDidn't their mother tell them not to push?Savvy